The land of demons in autumn was strewn with golden yellow leaves, like a golden ocean.
Li Ya stood on the North Sea Heavy Sword, flying with sword control, and Zhang Buku stood behind him, gazing into the distance.
Zhang Buku saw a figure in the distance flying toward the end of heaven and earth at a speed far surpassing their own, the cultivation aura making him inwardly alarmed.
"Brother Li, do we really have to wade into these muddy waters?" Zhang Buku couldn't help asking.
Li Ya was the first friend he had made. Over the past year, they had ventured through the land of demons together, sharing life and death and forming a deep bond, which made them prone to getting hurt.
However, even though both of them were often injured, relying on each other was much better compared to the days of solitary adventuring.
